“Baby, I will be your assistant and call to set up an appointment for you if it’ll make your life easier.” I would do anything to make this woman’s broken heart whole. I would do anything to fix it. And since I can’t—we can’t—completely do it ourselves, then we’ll find the way, no matter what.
Marco tilts his head to look her in the eyes. “So what do you say, sweetheart? Will you do this for us? For you?”
She cranes her head slightly and gently puckers her lips, inviting him to kiss her. He obliges without hesitation. “Okay. I’ll go.”
My god, I feel like I’ve been lifted free from a pile of rubble. I was so worried she’d get upset at the situation, at me, deflect with excuses… but she didn’t. She’s going to do this, and my blood is pumping hard at the exciting promise of her healing journey.
She leans into me and we wrap each other in a tight embrace.
Fuck, I could cry.
“Thank you for helping me, baby.”
And now I’m internally squealing because she called me baby.
“Of course. I love—” I wince, glad she can’t see my face yet as I hug her. Marco looks at me though, his eyes rounded with panic. The same panic that’s thrumming through my body. “I love that you’re gonna try it,” I quickly add, hoping that’s a good enough save.
Because it’s not that I don’t.
I do.
We do.
We love her so fucking much, but we agreed now is not the time to tell her. We wanted to on New Year’s Eve, but after her episode, we knew it wasn’t the right time to bring it up. And then she was grieving all this week… it just hasn’t been the appropriate time to declare it. She needs the space to process her feelings. So we’ll wait for her to come to us. As much as it pains me to let it happen that way, we have to. In the meantime, we’ll do everything we can to show her how much we love her.
Thankfully, she doesn’t falter at my near slip up. And if she heard, she doesn’t let on. She releases herself from me but doesn’t pull away too far. Like the siren she is, her eyes hood as she trails her hands over my chest and then cups the back of my neck. Licking her bottom lip, she moves her eyes from mine to my mouth. “Let me thank you,” she says in a whisper.
My hands connect with her hips. “I didn’t do this for a thank you or anything in return.”
Lightly scratching her manicured nails against my scalp, she sifts my hair. “I know, but I want to thank you. I need my men. I need to get out of my own head.” Her touch feels so good that I’m pretty sure she could ask me to do anything right now and I’d agree.
Thankfully, Marco is the voice of reason because all I can do is roll my head back and moan. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll reward you, princess.”
She sharply inhales and I feel her shift her weight to turn and look at him. “Really? Thank you, Sir.”
“Now get upstairs before I change my mind and make you squirt all over this white couch,” he growls. Glee paints her face as she pulls me with her, and we run for the stairs. Marco calls out to us, just loud enough for us to hear as I slap her ass going up the first couple of stairs. “Naked. Princess, I want you sucking his cock when I get up there.”
Chapter 5
Good Girls Go To Therapy... and Get Fucked
Cora
Present Day
Wantingtobehisgood girl and obey Marco, I eagerly take Jay's heavy erection in my mouth as he stands above my kneeling and naked frame. Little did I realize Marco was going to take his sweet ass time getting up here. I've been sucking Jay's dick for at least ten minutes now, and while, yes, I love and desire to do it, Jay's positively ready to explode. He's trying not to come, I'm trying to take it slow—
Okay, I see what Marco's plan was here. Purposefully making us wanton and on edge simply by knowing we're going to obey him, even if he's not physically in the room.
The sounds coming from Jay's mouth—the whimpering, the growling, mixed with his grip on my hair and his labored breathing makes me clench and release my pussy all on its own.
"That's what I like to see." I lift my gaze to the open door and see my sir sauntering in with his backpack. He makes his way to my nightstand and unpacks his bag. I watch him open it up and—
"Close your eyes. Both of you." I shut them as he commands and focus my efforts on my lover's balls—licking and nipping at them as I stroke his saliva-wet shaft. "Prince, take three steps back and sit on the bed. Crawl to him with your eyes closed, princess, then sit on the bed next to him."
When I find my bearings and sit on the bed, I can feel Jay's thigh against mine. I feel his hand touch my leg and I instinctively squeeze his fingers between mine. Then I can feel Marco's presence in front of me before he says anything. He wraps a silky blindfold around my head and my heartbeat picks up. I'm sure my pale skin is flushed with blush, but I can't help being turned on right now.
Marco finishes with my tie and I sense him do the same to Jay. In that low Dom voice that makes me tremble, I hear him ask, "Are you going to be a good boy and help me?"
